Delirious in love

Having sex in her parents’ house was risky as it was. Doing so in the morning when someone in her family could easily wake was pushing it. Her parents both worked, even this close to Christmas, and were scheduled to wake early. Amber looked back to Viv, biting her lip. As tempting as sex was, she’d be too caught up with anxiety to actually enjoy it.

“My parents will be up soon,” she explained apologetically. “And I don’t know how well last night’s silencing spell is holding. It could have worn off by now.” It was hard to make those things last. She knew because they did, in fact, have one room in the house that was permanently under silencing charms.

Of course, it had its downsides, too.  Viv could immediately tell when Amber’s body tensed and she knew she’d done something wrong.  “I was kidding - mostly,” she said, letting Amber get up and missing her warmth immediately.  This had been the hardest part of her mornings the past couple of days - letting Amber go back to her room instead of lounging around in bed for a little while.  

She tried to drift off, but this was one of those times that simply wasn’t working for her. The waxing moon wasn’t entirely to blame. Amber knew she had to wake before her parents to sneak back to her own bedroom, and falling into too deep a sleep could end badly.

Sleepy Viv was downright adorable. She’d likely ensure Viv’s wrath if she tried to keep her from sleeping, but Amber always liked to tempt fate. “Well if you’re not going to give me a reason to stay here,” she whispered, “I may as well go back to my own bed.”

To make her point, she rolled away from Viv’s arms, just so she could get a reaction. She couldn’t keep it up though. Amber snickered under her breath and rolled back to Viv’s side, pressing up against the warmth of her body. “I’m fucking with you. Go back to sleep.” She pressed a small kiss to Viv’s lips then lay her head back down on the pillow.

It was still five nights before the full moon, and frankly she better get more sleep or she was doomed to get even less over the next few nights. That included Christmas. Whoever chose to put a full moon two nights after Christmas was an asshole. Amber hoped that this restlessness was just the result of an unfamiliar bed, and her unfortunate ability to wake to every shuffle and loud breath of her bedmate, otherwise she’d be very cranky come Christmas day.

“Nuuuuuu,” Viv groaned pitifully at Amber’s teasing, pulling her girlfriend back to her and clinging on.  “I know you’re fucking with me, but sleep is serious business,” she muttered against Amber’s lips, a small smile taking the sting out of her words.  She settled back in with Amber, fingers finding their way underneath Amber’s top to slot against the bars of her ribcage.  It was comforting, being able to feel her heartbeat against her palm.

Amber was a ball of restless energy. A familiar feeling, but an unwanted one at four in the morning. She’d gotten maybe an two hours of sleep in there somewhere, and she put that down to the result of Viv tiring her out in bed. Definitely a good way to go to sleep. Too bad it hadn’t lasted longer.

She spent an hour, maybe longer, staring at the insides of her eyelids before she gave up. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to stay by Viv’s side in the guest bedroom of the Liao home. She just couldn’t bear staying still any longer.

Sure that Viv was fast asleep due to her slow and steady breathing, Amber crept out of bed.

The chill that hit her wasn’t pleasant. It had been so nice and warm under the covers. Amber quietly worked her way through the dark to find her pyjamas on the floor beside the bed. It was a little warmer once she had them on. She checked that Viv was still asleep one more time before creeping into the hallway.

Her own bedroom where she was supposed to be sleeping tonight (and still was, as far as her family knew) was right across the way. If her family woke to the sounds of her moving about in her bedroom now, well it wouldn’t be the first time. There was only one real solution for her to burn off this restless energy that came with the waxing moon.

Amber was going for a run.

There was definitely an element of recklessness of going out in the dark alone as a young woman for a run around the block. But she’d been going for night-time runs since she was in her early-teens, and having found something that actually worked she wasn’t going to give it up for something as small as her safety. She enjoyed hearing barely more than her feet pounding the pavement while her thoughts wondered idly.

By the time she finished she was sweating through her running clothes, and the dampness was quickly chilling in the cold air. It was still too early for anyone to be awake. She took a quick shower, then changed back into her pyjamas. If she was lucky, she’d get in a few hours of sleep before waking for the day.

Amber hesitated in the hallway between two doors. Either she could return to her own room, and not risk getting caught by her parents in Viv’s bed, or she could return to Viv and get a little more time with her before dawn. There was only one way her brain was going here, so her feet followed it into the guest bedroom, locking the door behind her.

As quiet as she could, she stripped off her pyjamas again and slipped under the covers back into place beside Viv. Unfortunately she seemed have woken her, noticing Viv turn towards the new weight on the mattress.

She wanted to say that Viv’s mess couldn’t be seen for the big steaming pile that her’s was. Amber didn’t think that Viv had anything to hide or be ashamed of. Here they were in Viv’s house, and she was meeting Viv’s family playing pretend like this was ever going to work out.

“I do really like you,” she murmured, not really meeting Viv’s eyes. It was not that she didn’t mean it, because she did, but her feelings were the problem here. For once she actually cared that she was going to lose something. If Viv turned around and rejected her it would kill her, and that scared her.

She’d just have to try not to think about it until Amber decided she was ready to talk to her about it.  That was one thing she’d been trying to be more conscious of - Viv didn’t want to push things with Amber for fear that she’d go too far and scare her off.  Small steps were what this relationship needed.

Three rogue frogs Two new owls and a wand that has specially chosen me!

Viv’s awkward admission put a wicked grin on Amber’s face. “Really?” she pushed, teasing, but also privately awed. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl who could reveal anyone’s sexuality. That was more Kali’s thing, or Dominique’s, or Rose’s, or Viv’s. All the other girls in her dorm were unfairly attractive. Especially Viv. Amber had some rather unholy thoughts about Viv in those tight crop tops she wore in summer months.

Amber’s quick change in mood had her turning onto her side, eyes searching Amber’s face.  “Hey, your mess is part of you.  And I like you.”  Amber acted like she was the only person in this relationship that was fucked up, and granted, she had a lot of reason to, but still.  Viv clearly wasn’t the healthiest person either - it was what had drawn them together in the first place. 

A wand that has specially chosen me!

Core: Phoenix feather - Wands with a phoenix feather core are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, much like Viv is picky about the people she allows to influence her life.  Her loyalty and trust is in no way easily won, but once a person has those, Viv will bend over backwards to support and protect that person.

Length: 11 1/4 in.

Rigidity: Sturdy

“Insanely hot roommate helped,” she teased. “In fact, first girl I noticed was Dominique. But I thought it was just because she’s part-Veela. So I was ignorant as hell about how fucking gay I am until I started screwing around with guys. Yeah, I could get off, but my mind wasn’t with it. Then I figured out that in all of my sex dreams, even though I was brainwashed into thinking it had to be het I always ended up picturing myself as the guy having sex with a gorgeous woman. Once I figured out how stupid that was, my sex dreams started being about two women… Or more.” Amber added that bit with a smirk. 

“That’s so weird!  Not weird in, like, a bad way or anything - it’s just really different from my experience.  I just got slapped in the face with the gay.  Like, I mean I wasn’t having as much fun fooling around with guys anymore and that was kind of making me think, but...”  Viv stopped here, suddenly highly embarrassed.  She knew that Amber obviously liked her back and wasn’t likely to judge, but still...

Which brought her to thoughts of Viv’s mother. Don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it. The mantra sometimes worked.

At Viv’s gesture, Amber let herself take a proper look at the room they were in. She’d taken in the colours (which were all yellows, greens, and blues for her anyways) and none of the detail. “You’ve been hot for the Harpies since you were twelve?” she teased. To be fair, Amber had done the same sort of thing, but with bands. Her walls were plastered with anything she could find that fitted her increasingly dark aesthetic.

“So this is my room...hasn’t changed since I was about 12,” she said, gesturing around widely.  The walls were covered in Holyhead Harpy posters (which honestly should have been a bit of a clue concerning her sexuality since half the team was gay and they were all incredibly hot), and everything was shades of warm brown, cream, and Gryffindor scarlet and gold.   The skylight above her bed let her see the stars at night, and woke her up ridiculously early with sunlight directly to the face, but she wouldn’t change a thing.